"What has happened?"
The Empress Dowager hurried over, supported by Shen Yu on her side.
In the hazy, incense-filled Buddhist hall, the portrait of Qin Zheng revered and treasured by the Empress Dowager, hung on the wall, had been mysteriously dampened; the face on the painting looked as if it had been crying.
"How could this be!" The Empress Dowager commanded the painting be taken down, clutching it to her chest and weeping sorrowfully, "My Zheng Er, have you come to me in a dream? Are you worried Zhao'er is being bullied, so you cried?"
"Mother... it's all my fault for not being able to stay with you all the time." Shen Yu also began to cry miserably.
